037. Diagnosis

[vicodincrutch]

Day of the Dead XI now playing in your closest window. Emmett, do we have any popcorn?

For those of us who are insane and not sexually active and need to venture out onset, bring a flame thrower or hockey stick.  Make it a flame thrower. It's better to watch and more sanitary.

Speaking of sanitary, wash your hands and turn your head when you cough, especially around this guy. If you've been just the gosh-golly do-gooders Allison Cameron that you all pride yourself on being and gave him a big bear hug of a hello--congratulations, you're infected. Come see me, just not now. Zombie bite and possible malignant scarlet fever...badass combo. ...I wonder if that would be treatable.

EDIT: Julia. I have your medication. See me after the show.

Comments

[seethruskinner.livejournal.com]

You, sir, have the right sense of humor.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

It's the zombies. They bring out playfulness in everyone.

[seethruskinner.livejournal.com]

Normally you're a right awful grump?

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

It isn't my fault. I wake up in such a good mood.

[seethruskinner.livejournal.com]

It never is.

Rodney Skinner, gentleman thief, at your service.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

You should just say gentleman. Anyone who doesn't know any better is asking for a surprise.

Greg House, M.D.

[seethruskinner.livejournal.com]

I surprise everyone. Comes with the invisible man business.

[vicodincrutch.livejournal.com]

You said your name was Rodney though.

[seethruskinner.livejournal.com]

Should it be something different?